I pushed myself up, dropped my
knees onto her chest, pulled back the slide to slide a bullet into the chamber and pressed the
barrel of the Smith and Wesson into the middle of her forehead.
Ledroits eyes were locked on mine, daring me to kill her. She didn’t speak but the sneer
on her face told me that she didn’t believe I’d do it. I didn’t see anything in her eyes to stop me.
Not an ounce of remorse or fear. Not a shred of humanity. I took a breath.
The door to the room clicked open. I didn’t blink. My eyes were on Ledroit, but I could
see the outline of the guy in the doorway with my peripheral vision.
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